This week I have made sure that my oldest (who is in pre-k) is doing some kind of work. Last week was such a shitshow and probably the week before that. But guess what? I canâ€™t remember. Iâ€™m proud of us for doing some of the work provided by her teachers and also doing ABCmouse. Iâ€™m also proud of us for not getting into a knife fight with each other, but that could still happen, especially since this weekâ€™s worksheets involve fractions and a bit of math.
Anyone who knows me well can attest to my hatred of and subpar skills in math. I failed math courses in junior high and high school. Amazingly, I did fine in college but I think I took â€œMath for Liberal Arts Majors,â€ so thereâ€™s that. I know that I am not a dumb person but I just canâ€™t do math problems. The numbers get scrambled in my head and even on paper I invert them. I wish I could blame my ECT treatments for my stubborn and forgetful brain when it comes to math but those treatments came decades later.
When I had children, I can clearly remember telling my husband, who is a literal genius, that he would have to help the kids with their math homework. And even though this is just the most basic preschool math in the homeschool packets, I still start sweating and stammering while Iâ€™m trying to give instructions to my poor daughter. Sheâ€™d tell me how to do it and Iâ€™d get flustered because how would I know if she were right? Lol. Nothing makes you feel like a bigger moron than being confused over your kidâ€™s homework.
What also doesnâ€™t help is my daughterâ€™s attention span (or lack thereof). She has no interest in doing worksheets and I canâ€™t say I blame her. I canâ€™t imagine how she feels – her impatient, non-math knowing mom trying to teach her when she wants to go outside or play with dolls or get on the iPad. Or stick a pencil through her eye, lol.
But the truth is that Iâ€™m lucky to be able to teach her during these times, and though she might deny it, sheâ€™s lucky too. To have a parent who has time to devote to her work. We are a privileged family, and in addition to math, I also hope she learns how good she has it and is appreciative.
I make light of the this situation because Iâ€™m hopeful it will be over in a few months. Iâ€™m hopeful sheâ€™ll enter Kindergarten and do great. Iâ€™m also hopeful her teachers can correct any wrongdoing on my part.
But sheâ€™ll be fine. Iâ€™ll be fine (so long as I never have to do math).
We will all be fine. Our children will thrive and be stronger for what theyâ€™re having to endure. They will probably learn more about love, strength, community and generosity – along with other things you donâ€™t always find in a textbook. And to me, thatâ€™s most important to learn.